Maea
And it feels like fear
Like I'll disappear
Like I'll disappear
Another party was in full swing when Maea entered the Dusklight. For a long time she had been able to avoid peak hours but it seemed that her luck had run out now. With Danta's note crumpled in one hand, she wound her way through the press of bodies in various states of dress and undress and tried unsuccessfully to keep her eyes to herself. The bar was crowded, spirits were flowing and the music deafening. The Maverick would make a fortune again tonight - but his ambassador wished for neither the first nor the last time that he would find another place to do business from.
At least the back rooms were reasonably quiet. The occasional person passed her in the corridor but they were employees whose faces she'd grown at least somewhat accustomed to. More importantly, they recognized her and left her alone when she stopped to knock at the office door. A moment later she cracked the door open to peer inside, unsure whether he would actually be there. It was just as likely to be empty, with the owner flitting off to serve drinks or partake in whatever celebration or wake or tuesday they'd come up with as reason to do what they all did best here. Drink. And fuck. Et cetera.
At least the back rooms were reasonably quiet. The occasional person passed her in the corridor but they were employees whose faces she'd grown at least somewhat accustomed to. More importantly, they recognized her and left her alone when she stopped to knock at the office door. A moment later she cracked the door open to peer inside, unsure whether he would actually be there. It was just as likely to be empty, with the owner flitting off to serve drinks or partake in whatever celebration or wake or tuesday they'd come up with as reason to do what they all did best here. Drink. And fuck. Et cetera.
Gets so hard to steer
Yet I go on
Yet I go on
